Brianna Sees Her Father Get Kicked - Part Four

“Mom!” Brianna called out, opening the door of her bedroom just a crack as she yelled down the hall. “Someone’s here. It looks like… hey, it’s Aunt Kate and Johnny!” Brianna’s strawberry blonde head popped out from behind the door and nearly got clipped by her mother’s elbow as Claire strode down the hall with an armload of fresh bed linen. Brianna followed her mom into the guest bedroom. “Did you know they were coming? And where’s Uncle Ari?”


Claire set the fresh sheets on the dresser and swatted an unruly tress of auburn hair from her face. “Yes, but I only found out about thirty minutes ago. And Uncle Ari is on a business trip which is why my sister decided to come in for the weekend.” Claire looked out the window and saw Johnny carting a suitcase up the walkway. “How about you change the sheets while I get Kate and Johnny settled?” She volun-told her daughter as she walked out of the room. Brianna frowned but began stripping the bed like she was asked.


Before the doorbell could chime, Claire flung open the front door and greeted Johnny with a smile. He was a little over a year younger than Brianna but with the thin beard he was sporting these days, Johnny looked more like a twenty-five year-old man. It didn’t hurt that he’d gotten Ari’s height and broad shoulders, either. But there was no doubt he was her sister’s son with his red hair and blue eyes. In fact, when Claire had watched Johnny as a kid, people often mistook him for her own son. But she and Kate were twins after all. “Come on in Johnny. It’s nice to see you again. Why don’t you take your suitcase down to the basement. You don’t mind using the pull-out sofa for a couple nights, do you?”


Johnny smiled at his aunt’s rapid-fire greeting and gave her a quick hug. “Sure thing, Aunt Claire. I figured as much,” he said, wheeling his luggage down the hall to the basement stairs.


“Kate! What a lovely surprise!” Claire said, throwing her arms open as her twin sister climbed the porch stairs.


“Good to see you, too, sis,” Kate exclaimed, her hug lingering much longer than Johnny’s had. “You sure Trev won’t mind us crashing for the weekend?”


Claire laughed. “Well, he’ll be disappointed that Ari couldn’t make it. You know, even though you married an older man, Ari and Trevor really seem to get along well.”


Kate laughed, lugging her suitcase and duffle bag into the house. “Ari’s not ancient, you know. What is he, like maybe ten years older than Trevor?”


Taking the duffle as Kate slung it from her shoulder, Claire answered with a laugh. “Something like that. It’s just that Ari acts so much more mature than my husband.”


“If by mature you mean dry and stuffy, then sure,” Kate quipped as she headed up the stairs toward the guest bedroom.


Claire rolled her blue eyes and followed after Kate. “Ari’s not stuffy – he’s composed. And, yes, he’s got a dry wit, but it’s so charming!” She said in defense of her brother-in-law.


“Brianna! Don’t you look a sight?” Kate exclaimed, holding out her hands.


“Hi Aunt Kate,” Brianna said, giving Kate a big hug. “It’s nice to see you!”


“You’re such a sweetheart, Bri,” Kate smiled. “Thanks for making up my bed!”


“Oh, you’re welcome,” Bri said, fluffing a pillow. “Did Johnny already go downstairs?”


Kate nodded as she set her suitcase on the bench at the end of the bed. “Why don’t you go say hi while Claire and I catch up?”


Claire and Kate watched as Brianna walked out of the room, her hips arcing with each long, confident stride.


“She’s really something, Claire,” Kate commented, sounding impressed. She sighed. “Why do they have to grow up so fast?”


“I know, right?” Claire agreed, looking off into the distance wistfully. “Johnny’s quite the young man, too. When did he get those muscles?” She asked as Kate pulled some items from her duffle bag.


Chuckling, Kate brushed past her sister, taking some toiletries to the bathroom. “Like six months ago. I’d finally gotten used to his lanky, awkward frame and then, boom, he goes and fills out almost overnight. I’m still not quite used to it.” Kate laughed. “And with that stupid beard, sometimes I see him and wonder where the hell my son went.”


“Oh come now, Kate,” Claire implored. “He looks good with a beard. At least it’s not all patchy like a lot of kids, er, young men, his age.”


“Whatever you say, sis,” Kate said, rolling her eyes. “But speaking of looking good, you haven’t aged a bit.”


Claire blushed slightly as Kate’s eye roved over her. “And neither have you – it’s like looking at a better version of myself. I don’t see a single strand of gray.” Claire chuckled, but there was a note of envy in it.
Kate laughed, waving off her sister’s compliment. “C’mon, let’s go downstairs. Do you happen to have any coffee on by chance?”


Claire quickly brewed two k-cups and led Kate onto the back deck. The sun was shining but the air was still thin, the oppressive summer humidity not due for several weeks yet. “Trev probably won’t be home for an hour so we have some time to catch up before dinner. You don’t mind lasagna, do you?
Kate rolled her eyes. “As if you don’t know it’s my fave, sis,” she said with playful sarcasm.


“Just making sure. People change,” Claire mused, shrugging her shoulders. Though she was talking about taste buds changing, Claire was thinking about how much Brianna and Johnny had changed over the past year. Johnny was far from the little boy she always pictured him being. And Brianna? There was a newfound confidence in her these days – a womanly swagger – and it really suited her, much like the muscles filling out Johnny’s frame suited him.


While Johnny’s transformation had certainly taken place over months, despite what Kate might have thought, Claire could pinpoint the exact moment Brianna’s confidence bloomed. It was the night of the birthday party when Bri had decided to push the envelope in her choice of attire for the evening. Trevor, like any father seeing so much of his daughter’s body exposed, had not approved and made his displeasure very clear. Brianna chafed at what she felt seemed like an overly oppressive attitude on her father’s part. When Trevor didn’t back down, she kicked him square in the balls, leaving him in pain on the floor as she went off with her girlfriends. Claire smiled now at the memory – her little girl had become a woman. While things were uncomfortable between Trevor and Bri for a week or so, neither had really talked much about it as far as Claire knew. Eventually, though, the tension faded, but ever since, Bri’s demeanor had been much more self-assured.


So caught up in the memory was Claire, that she nearly blurted exactly what she was thinking when Kate asked, “So, what’s new?” Composing herself with a sip of coffee, Claire’s mind cleared and she answered, “Well, let me tell you…”


As Claire and Kate caught up, Brianna took the opportunity to survey her cousin. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him, but it had been a while. In fact, Brianna thought, looking at his broadened shoulders and bulked physique – not bulging like a bodybuilder, but still defined under the thin fabric of his t-shirt – she wasn’t sure she’d have recognized him if they passed on the street. She remembered him as being kind of awkward and skinny with an unruly mop of red hair, but now Brianna found herself impressed. “You been hitting the weights?” She asked, unconsciously flexing a little as she spoke.


Color bloomed on Johnny’s cheeks, nearly as red as his hair. He grinned bashfully. “Yeah, a little. Some guys I know meet up three or four times a week and lift.”


“Cool,” Brianna said. “It’s working. I just do a little running myself.”


Johnny looked at Brianna, noting the long muscles of her thigh where they peaked out from under her shorts along with her toned calves. “It’s working for you, too, Bri,” he admitted, the honesty clear in his eyes. “I’m guessing long distance, right?”


Brianna nodded. “Sprinting is for the birds,” she added, laughing. “I hear you’re going to State. How was it?”


Johnny grinned hard. “It was a blast!” Suddenly, his head swiveled as he scanned the room, looking leery. When he saw the confusion on Brianna’s face, he apologized. “Sorry, just making sure Mom wasn’t listening in.” When Brianna laughed, he added, “She only needs to know I’m keeping up with my studies, nothing more.”


“I hear ya, Johnny,” Brianna concurred, smiling wryly. “I feel the same way about my parents. College is sure harder than high school, but not so bad that you can’t squeeze in some fun.”


“Do you party?” Johnny asked, his voice rising in hope. It was hard to imagine Bri shooting Fireball, but hey, she probably felt the same way about him.


Now Brianna blushed as she nodded. “I mean, nothing too crazy, but my girlfriends and I like to go out and let loose occasionally.” The flicker of interest in her cousin’s eye at the mention of her girlfriends did not escape Brianna’s notice. “Oh, so you’re into girls?” She teased.


Johnny kicked at the carpet, studying his feet. “Well, yeah.”


“Are you seeing anyone or just playing the field.” When Johnny shot her a hurt look, Bri clarified. “I don’t mean to say you’re a player, just asking if you were exclusive or not.”


“Oh, right,” Johnny said, feeling stupid. “Sorry. I’m just sensitive about that. Some of the guys I lift with are big time players and I don’t like it. They’re always talking about banging girls.” Johnny stopped short, this time offering an apology with his eyes.


Brianna laughed. “You don’t have to worry about offending me, Johnny. I know plenty of guys who are only interested in a place to stick their dicks.” She laughed harder as Johnny’s mouth gaped open. “Close your mouth, cuz. Just wanted you to know I’m no prissy.”


“Fair enough,” Johnny replied, closing his mouth. “And, to answer your question, I’m not exclusive, though I had been spending a decent amount of time with this girl before the semester ended. She’s out of state, though, so we haven’t seen each other for a while. What about you?”


Brianna smiled. “I’m actually not dating anyone at the moment but you never know.” A playful gleam danced in her eye. “It’s too bad you live so far. I have one friend who has the biggest thing for redheads.”


“Really?” Johnny asked, sounding excited before his face fell. “Yeah, but what would be the point, right?”


“Hey, you never know,” Bri said, trying to cheer him up again. “I was planning on going out for a bit tonight. My friend Sasha has an in with a bouncer at this one bar and he’s lax on our IDs. And with that beard, you could easily pass the eye test. Would you want to go with me?”


Johnny scratched his head like it was a hard decision. “Um, yes,” he replied in a no-duh tone which made his cousin laugh.


“Good, because I think Alex will be there,” Brianna said, smiling.


“Oh.” Johnny shook his head like he should have known. “Was he going to be the only guy tonight?”


A fit of giggles took Brianna as she looked at Johnny’s crestfallen face. “No silly. Alex is a girl. The girl with the thing for gingers.” When her cousin’s face brightened again, Brianna added, “She’s a tall girl, fair warning, but she’s super pretty.”


“Taller than me?” Johnny asked, trying to imagine a girl his height.


Brianna squinted, making a quick measurement in her head. “Nah, I don’t think so. She’s close to six feet, though, especially in heels.”


“Wow,” Johnny mumbled. “That is pretty tall.”


“You’re not worried, are ya, big guy?” Brianna teased, arching an eyebrow.


Johnny chuckled. “No, no. I’m game.”


“Glad to hear it!” Brianna punched him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey – I think I just heard the garage door. I think my dad’s home. Let’s go say hi.”


Trevor parked his Lexus and instead of heading straight inside, he walked out to the mailbox and checked it. He pulled a few envelopes and a catalog from the slot, hardly noticing the unfamiliar SUV parked at the curb a few yards away. Bill, bill, ad, ad, bill, Trevor muttered to himself as he strolled up the driveway. Dumping the ads in the garbage bin outside the house, Trevor walked in the side door. The smell of basil, spicy sausage and pasta greeted his nostrils and his belly rumbled. He smiled, ready to give his wife a great, big hug. Pasta night was his favorite.


As Trevor quietly moved into the kitchen, the first thing he saw was that beautiful ass swinging gently from side to side as Claire buttered some rolls. It beckoned him like a snake to a charmer. Deftly he sidled up behind her and reached around to cup her breasts as she worked, while at the same time wondering why she’d straightened the long, looping curls of her auburn hair. When his fingers sank into the soft tissue, alarm bells went off in Trevor’s head. Those were definitely not his wife’s breasts. He released them and stepped back, feeling horrified.


Kate’s eyes went wide as a pair of strong, unfamiliar hands groped her bosom and she almost dropped the butter knife on the floor. Quickly, she set the knife on the counter, even as the pressure on her breasts lifted, and spun around, her feminine instincts kicking in. She drove her knee up like a piston, realizing only too late that it was Trevor on the wrong side of her knee and her eyebrows pinched together in instant remorse.


Trevor took Kate’s knee to his balls marvelously, meaning that he doubled over, groaning and then sank to his knees on the kitchen tile, clutching between his legs. He felt hot as the pain coursed through him. He wanted to say, “I’m sorry” but all that came out was a raspy, gagging noise.


“What the hell, Mom?!?” Johnny exclaimed as he and Brianna rounded the corner just in time to see Trevor’s body fold in on itself as Kate slammed her knee between his legs. His mother looked over at him, her eyes wide in disbelief at what she’d just done, shaking her head as if to say it was an accident.
“Oh geez, Aunt Kate!” Brianna cried. “You just kneed my dad in the balls!”


Kate’s eyes flitted to her niece and she tried apologizing. “It was an accident, Bri. I swear!” She said in a soft whisper.


Bri looked at her aunt with narrowed eyes and then broke into a beaming grin. “What? Don’t be sorry! That was awesome!”


Johnny’s jaw dropped and he turned toward his cousin. “Awesome? Are kidding me? That was brutal. I mean, look at him,” he said, gesturing toward Brianna’s father.


“Yeah, I know,” Bri agreed. “He looks miserable.” She giggled, further stunning Johnny. “All because your mom just busted him in the balls.”


Johnny stared, shaking his head as his mother caught the giggle-fit Bri was passing around, his neck and face reddening as the gleeful, feminine chortles seemed to hit his ears in stereo. “It’s not funny,” he started to protest but the words died in his mouth. It actually was kinda funny, he realized. He felt bad for his uncle, but there was something indefinably amusing about seeing him take such a wicked shot in the ol’ family jewels.


Unheard over the sound of laughter was the sound of the back door clicking shut. “What’s all the ruckus?” Claire called out as she headed toward the kitchen. “You all sound – .” Claire’s voice stopped and her eyes grew large at the sight of her sister, her daughter and her nephew all standing around her husband who appeared to be in a very perilous and painful position. Her eyes narrowed and she put her hands on her hips. Claire looked first at her daughter and then to Johnny, daring them to spill the beans. They said nothing, but sobered up under Claire’s stern gaze. Next she looked to her sister and when Kate merely shrugged helplessly with a shit-eating grin, Claire’s rigid scowl broke into a grin.


“I’m so sorry, sis,” Kate said, her tongue loosened with relief as Claire grinned. “I was getting the garlic bread ready like you asked and I think Trevor thought I was you. I didn’t hear him come up behind me. All I felt was two hands groping at my boobs. It nearly scared the bejeezus out of me. Without thinking about it, my natural reaction was to turn around and… well… ram my knee into your husband’s balls.” She shrugged her shoulders again as if to say, “what can you do?”


Claire stood silent for a second as she processed what her sister was saying, the grin on her face faltering slightly. And then she burst into hysterical laughter as she walked over to her husband and put a hand on his shoulder. “Oh my,” Claire said through her laughter. “That does sound like my husband,” she added, giving Trevor’s shoulder a gentle rub. “He’s always surprising me like that. But I can understand why he’d think you were me. I never told him you were coming in this weekend – and we do look quite a bit alike!” Another fit of giggles struck her before Claire could compose herself enough to look after her husband. “Oh, Trev, baby,” she said, waving the rest of the family out of the kitchen, waiting until they departed the room. “Are you okay?” Claire put a hand under his chin and lifted his face so he could meet her gaze.


“Not really,” Trevor answered in a thick voice. He looked at his wife with a resigned, sad little smile. “Like Kate said, I did think she was you. But even as I was reaching for you… er, her… something felt off. By the time I realized her hair was different, I already had my hands on her,” his face turned crimson as he admitted to it, but then he grinned a little. “Don’t say anything, but your boobs are way bigger than hers.” The grin quickly faded as he finished his account. “But then she did what came natural, I suppose.”


Claire offered her husband an understanding smile, stopping short of showing him any sympathy, though. “Oh, my dear, dear husband. That’s what happens when you act impulsively and grope the wrong woman. You get your balls busted.”


Trevor hung his head as Claire’s hand slipped from his chin. “I know,” he muttered, sounding disappointed more in himself than from his wife’s lack of sympathy.


The small smile on Claire’s face blossomed as she heard her husband’s words. It made her glad to know that he understood that he was the one responsible for his own sore nuts – and not her sister.

Claire walked over to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. “Here, Trev,” she said, handing him the cold compress. “Why don’t you go upstairs and ice your balls while I finish dinner. Twenty minutes should be enough time, right?”


Trevor took the ice pack in one hand and held out his other, nodding in agreement, while trying, but failing, to quash down the embarrassment of having to ask his wife for help.


“Good,” Claire said, taking his hand and pulling her husband to his feet. As she watched him limp off toward the stairs, Claire shook her head. What an unexpected turn of events, she thought. But a welcome one, nonetheless, she chuckled, as she took over where Kate had left off with the bread.